In defense of ''Girlfriends''
Admit to liking Girlfriends now in season 7 on The CW and people snicker in a way that makes me want to cry into my crab cakes: Laugh track (snort)? Three-camera setup (snort)? Self-contained plots (snort, snort)? Fans don't even need to buy the extras-free set to catch up (BET airs twice-weekly marathons) discs are just so much easier to hide than an overloaded TiVo. Trust me: Girlfriends is fall-on-the-floor funny. In season 1 (Unrated, 471 mins., 2000-01), Joan (Tracee Ellis Ross) beds a man in a girdle, dates an underperforming sex addict, and stalks Sinbad. Her pals young mom Maya (Golden Brooks), mooch Lynn (Persia White), and gold digger Toni (Jill Marie Jones) school her in plushophilia, chin hairs, and guest star Terrell Davis. But I like her best opposite work pal William (Reggie Hayes), the six-foot-plus mama's boy with a ''stylishly retro medium-sized Afro.'' His corny jokes are unbelievable he asks Joan if he can bend her ear, then reaches out and twists it. After that, I started watching already sitting on the floor.